Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve was a looooooooong day.  Filled with magic, but still.  Shortcake was up at 4:30am, working at 6am, off work at 6:45pm, and home at 12:30am after a lovely Christmas Eve dinner in Brooklyn with friends.  Shortcake is, perhaps, getting too old to be awake for 20 hours straight.

It was another super busy day, and, again, we were short-staffed.  It was another day where Shortcake sat down for about 45 minutes total.  Kwanzaa Hut was up and running all day, which was very exciting.  Shortcake took two NYPD officers on a tour of Santaland.  They met Santa, then they stayed at the exit, helping us close the line promptly at 4pm. 

A child gave Santa a picture. 

Shortcake liked it so much, she asked Santa if she could have it.  He said yes.  It's modern art on a post it.

General Krampus was around, scheduling the elf troops.

Shortcake may have stolen his helmet.

It was so busy that Shortcake walked into one of Santa's visits.  She thought he was alone, so she stepped in, clapped her hands, saw the family, turned around and walked right back out.  Santa laughed and laughed at her.

Pip went up to get a family from the gatekeeper, and Teddy Bear came up behind him, said his name, and ushered them away.  Teddy Bear stole that family right out from under Pip and didn't even realize it.  Shortcake laughed and laughed.

At the end of the day, the elves were a bit tired.

Shortcake escorted Santa on his last walk, up to the roof to the sleigh, and he flew back to the North Pole to start his trip around the world.